Plastic Sea (JA) — What's Left，第 19 頁
作者：Inkroost · 發布於
文字記錄
パネル1：夕日が人気のない海をピンクと金色に染める。ロカはオレンジ色の浮き輪に座り、手の中の小さな黄色いアヒルを黙って見つめている。 パネル2：夕日の光に照らされた彼の顔のアップ。泣くまいと歯を食いしばる彼の頬を、涙が流れる。
圖片說明
夕暮れ、ロカは浮き輪に座って黄色いアヒルをじっと見つめ、それから歯を食いしばって泣く。
關於本章
In the dark at the bottom of the sea, something is counting. On Candyreef, a candy-coloured island of floating trash, Roka wakes to a water bag in the face from his street crew, lifts breakfast from the old woman who would have fed him anyway, and tells the kid who follows him that he doesn't owe anybody. Then the gulls lift all at once, and a Maw eats half the island. A day and a night alone at sea later, the Garden Ship fishes him out and orders him to walk its treadwheels for fish heads. Roka is nobody's slave, so he goes looking for something to steal instead, and breaks into a barnacled case dredged from the seabed. The silver dust inside climbs into his arm and says hello. It is polite. It is curious. It wants every human dead. And it has just started counting again.